36. Snacks and Drama

                                    

                                          

Walking into Hannah's room with her feels like a fever dream. I haven't been here in so long and the changes are surreal. The stars and clouds that had been painted on her walls are now coated over with a cream-colored paint. Her once yellow curtains have been replaced with blackout ones and her lemon fabric blanket is now a black comforter. 
Thinking of it now, her style went from bright and bubbly to dark and mysterious. Her sarcasm and obnoxiousness have stayed the same though and I'm thankful for that. Plenty of pictures are clothespinned to a string, hanging above her bed. Some are of us when we were younger and our group, new ones of her with the boys and her family, or recent ones of her on trips.
"That ones from my last trip to America," she smiles, pointing to the one where she stands in front of the Statue of Liberty.
My jaw drops, "That's so cool."
She nods in excitement with a bright smile before it fades into a small frown. "I wish I could've taken you with me," she whines, "It would've been so fun with you there but I know how things were with your parents."
"Thank you for understanding Hannah," I smile sadly, looking down at the bowl of candy in my hands, "I don't think the others will though. I tried to talk to Hyunjin about it but he didn't listen and I think I made things worse."
"Okay, what?" she questions loudly, "You talked to him? The one person who understood you the most," pausing, she flips her hair dramatically before continuing in annoyance, "besides me obviously, And he didn't listen? Chan said he was struggling with you being back but I didn't think it was that serious."
I freeze for a second hearing that the oldest even recognizes that me being back is a problem. "Well, I thought things were fine when he spent the night," I sigh, shortly cut off when Hannah gasps loudly.
"He what?" she shouts with wide eyes. Her hand shoots up to her mouth, realizing how loud she's being. "You better start telling me the details because I know damn well you weren't when you were ignoring me," her glare becomes dark as she lectures me.
We walk over to the bed and sit down on the soft mattress. The candy bowl lies in front of us filled with packed chip bags and candy bars that Chan had run to the store to grab for us. I hesitate to update her on everything that has happened.
"Well," I stutter, "I know I said Minho didn't recognize me but he did." Hannah gasps again, quickly ushering me to continue and then placing her hands under her chin. I inhale deeply to stay calm, "Felix is awesome though. I'm almost as close with him now as I am with you."
"Better not get that far," she glares jokingly, "He's a cool kid but he can't take my place. Continue on."
I chuckle at her threat, "No one could take your place, Hannah." Nodding triumphantly, she agrees. "Anyways. After I texted you in the bathroom that day, Seungmin hugged me and I ran." 
"Idiots," she sighs, "Both of you. I still love you guys though so carry on."
"I met all of the boys at lunch and I dropped my fucking ice cream," I groan, slowly remembering the awkward situation that happened with a nervous chuckle, "Minho came to show me where the janitor's closet was but he dragged me there. He was angry and I was scared."
Hannah's face turns red with anger she speaks through gritted teeth, "He better fucking watch himself when I go back to school."
Dismissively, I shake my hands to stop her mind from going to a violent place. "It's okay," I console her, "We talked and now everything is good. I even hung out with him last night after Yeonjun left."
Her hands drop from her face quickly, almost offended. "When did Yeonjun come back into the picture Y/n?" she groans.
"I'm getting to that," I assure her, holding a finger to shush her, "Minho told me he recognized me cause we shared a class earlier that day. He was upset that I thought I couldn't trust him in telling him I was back."